Characters, Characters, Characters!
It occurred to
me recently that at present I have three historical cozy mystery series, and
they all have more or less the same heroine.
This came about
through a series of events that are not uncommon in the publishing biz, which
is crazy most of the time and understandable never, at least to me.
First, along
about 2001 or thereabouts, Daisy Gumm Majesty, phony spiritualist in Pasadena,
California (my home town) in the early 1920s, popped into my brain. I love the
1920s, which were a fascinating era. I love the Pasadena of my girlhood. I love
Daisy. She’s my favorite of all the characters in all my books. She’s a peach.
In actual fact, Daisy’s me, only with a supportive family behind her and none
of my crippling neuroses. Now it didn’t seem enough to have a cool heroine
solving mysteries; I had to give her some problems. Therefore, I gave her a
husband who was grievously injured (by both bullets and mustard gas) during the
War to End All Wars (alas, misnamed). Billy Majesty, the love of Daisy’s life,
had been all set to get a job as an automobile mechanic—a position greatly
sought-after and respected at the time—but when he came back, shell-shocked,
barely able to breathe and crippled, he couldn’t work anymore. Daisy, who had
been fiddling with the Ouija board, tarot cards and palm-reading since she was
around ten years old, boldly set out to make a living for the both of them. And
if you think it’s tough for an ordinary, every-day woman without a college
education and few skills to make a living today, you can probably imagine what
it was like in the ‘twenties, when women were not merely believed to be, but
KNOWN to be less intelligent and capable than men.
Mind you, I had
to rear two daughters alone in the ‘sixties and ‘seventies, and that was no
blasted fun either. Things hadn’t come a very long way, baby, by then. I
remember job postings for men and job postings for women in the company for
which I slaved as a secretary. A secretary—I believe they’re now called
administrative assistants, but in my day we were secretaries—is the person who
does all the things nobody else wants to do and takes the blame when anything
goes wrong. I suppose the ‘sixties and ‘seventies were more enlightened than
the ‘twenties, but not by very blasted much, they weren’t.
Ahem. I
digressed there for a moment. Anyhow, I wrote the first two Daisy books, STRONG
SPIRITS and FINE SPIRITS, assuming they would be marketed as historical cozy
mysteries. Unfortunately, my editor said they didn’t have enough mystery in
them (precisely true) and that they wanted me to take out the dead bodies, add
a subsidiary romance (because Daisy was already married) and they’d publish
them as romances. So I did. And they did. And the books tanked. I was brokenhearted.
The late, great Kate Duffy even telephoned me one day to apologize for
mis-marketing the books and asked if I wouldn’t please take another name (I
already had four, for Pete’s sake) and write a series of romances. So I wrote
my post-Titanic series. The first
book in that series was the hardest book I’ve ever written because I didn’t want to write the cursed thing.
After that, things got easier, but I was still crushed about the demise of
Daisy.
And then my good
friend and fellow author, Mimi Riser, called to say that her good friend, the
entrepreneur Melissa Alvarez (who has done smashing covers for a lot of my
e-books) was starting a new publishing venture called New Age Dimensions, which
would publish trade-size paperbacks and e-books. So I figured, what the heck,
and wrote the first of my Pecos Valley books, PECOS VALLEY DIAMOND, which star
Annabelle Blue, a young woman who lives in the gawd-forsaken town of Roswell
(called Rosedale in the books because I don’t want anybody suing me) in 1923.
These books, too, are historical cozy mysteries. That turned out fairly well,
so I wrote the second book in the series. And then NAD was wiped out by
Hurricane Wilma during the great hurricane epidemic of 2005. Wilma, by the way,
was my late mother’s name. I don’t believe for a second that this is a
coincidence. But now Annabelle was as dead as Daisy.
Faintly daunted
but pursuing, I allowed Mercy Allcutt to swim into my generally enfeebled brain
about that same time. Mercy, a Boston Brahmin of impeccable lineage, flies in
the face of her family, takes shorthand and typing classes at her local YWCA,
and shocks her mother and father by moving to Los Angeles, California, to live
with her married sister Chloe, whose husband does something in the silent
pictures, but Mercy isn’t sure what. Mercy, you see, yearns to become a member
of the worker proletariat and learn how real
people live. In order to do this, Mercy—gasp!—gets a job! What’s more, she works as a secretary (see where I’m going
here?) for a private investigator, the jaded ex-cop Ernie Templeton. I sent
this book (LOST AMONG THE ANGELS) to Five Star, and they published it! What’s
more, they’ve published several more, and the second book in the series, FALLEN
ANGELS, won the 2012 New Mexico-Arizona Book of the Year Award for
mystery/suspense. This is the only contest I enter, by the way, because it’s so
. . . I dunno. Incongruous, I guess, the state of literacy in New Mexico being
what it is.
About then, and
since Five Star had a women’s fiction line, I decided to send my third Daisy
book, HIGH SPIRITS, to Five Star and see if they’d bite. They did, and by gum,
Daisy was reborn! I was totally, absolutely and deliciously delighted.
And then,
greatly daring (actually, I figured what the heck) I sent the second Pecos
Valley book, PECOS VALLEY REVIVAL, to Five Star—and they published it! My cup
very nearly ran over, but I managed to contain myself, mainly because I was
still poor as a church mouse. I mean, unless you’re Nora Roberts or Stephen
King or one of a very few other lucky and talented authors, you really can’t
make a living at this. However, PECOS VALLEY REVIVAL got a starred review in Booklist, so I’m not repining. What’s
more, the third book in the series, PECOS VALLEY RAINBOW, has just been published.
Five Star, by the by, creates fabulous covers for their novels, so I really am
a fortunate person. In some ways. Truth to tell, I’d rather be rich than have a
way with words, but I guess we all have our own . . . blessings? Well,
whatever.
And there you
have it. Three historical cozy mystery series all featuring more or less the
same female protagonist. Go figure. The whole thing’s beyond me. Blame
publishing.
Please feel free
to enter my monthly contest by sending your name and address to me at alice@aliceduncan.net . At the end of
April I’ll be giving away copies of Mercy Allcutt’s fourth adventure, ANGELS OF
MERCY. Also, please feel free to visit my web site, where you can read the
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